tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-234439562011-11-13T10:41:27.888+05:30The mind is a strange place. Sometimes it shows up here.Vasudhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10373260839581848623noreply@blogger.comBlogger441100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23443956.post-72860422025469652712011-11-11T20:21:00.006+05:302011-11-13T10:41:27.922+05:30

The girl felt irritated. Staying in one area for too long did that to her. The neighbourhood had changed far beyond anything she could have imagined since the last she'd been here. But that didn't mean anything. There were other places to see, people to observe...minds to play with.She hopped from the a rooftop, onto a dividing wall in a back alley. Back alleys were a place of particular interest

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Incredibly stupid teenagers who had no idea what they were talking about, or what they were doing. That's what the girl thought. Tiny lives burning up like matchsticks. So easy to play with. So amusing to watch.Why, here was one a male of the species. A particularly testosterone addled moron. Who thought he was the ruler of this pitiful little pit, they called a city. It would be fun to see him

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Experimenting with Typography.

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It was snowing heavily when Inspector Lee stomped out of the all-night liquour shop, with two bottles of red wine in a plastic bag. Unlike Minsky and the rest of the force he wasn't much a beer drinker. But he needed something to take the edge off, his encounter with the girl. Especially after he switched places with his partner in the interrogation room and she noticed nothing disturbing.'Sure,

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Inspector Wong Lee was no longer tired... One hour ago was he was. His shift should have ended now. he should have been home watching the game. He should have.But instead Inspector behind the one sided mirror in the glass partition watching the "so called" interrogation of 15 year teenage girl by his younger partner Claire Minsky. She wasn't having much, if any, success. The girl ignored his

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Male chauvinists, racists, religious bigots... I classify them under one category. LOSERS! You're not a loser if you are - a nerd, a loner, a skeptic, an atheist/agnostic etc. Pretty much a free thinker, who challenges society's accepted norms.

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Upper image: Moss covered stones, Curliness for Flora & lizard footprints for Fauna.What do you mean it's not symbolic? *Snark*Lower Image: I have ... no idea what I was doing here.. Maybe it was an Illuminati inspired fever dream?

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“Do you think that your 16 year old daughter hasn’t masturbated already? Like, do you really think there’s anything in that scene that this chick hasn’t already tried when the lights go out at night, or in the bathroom, or in the tub, or with the shower head or something like that? I’m telling you, man, I’m not teaching this broad anything new. If I were to create a rating system, I wouldn’t even

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...and the abyss calls you rude. The rest are here: http://boredmuse.deviantart.com.

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Testing the ping.fm service

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I'm sitting on a blank here.Not quite like:Rather the boring brain blank Writer's block. You might add an Artist'ss block in there as well. Though I I'd have to be full of myself to call whatever I draw to qualify me as and artist. I am conceited sometimes, but let's pretend I'm not for a moment. Shall we? So I'll humble it down to designer block. Simply put: Nothing to write / draw comes to mind

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...So the scientists say.Find the full size image on my deviantart account.

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Unemotional calculating humans cannot be labeled machines. Machines are passive mechanical beings with no thought or initiative. They are fed Instructions and perform programmed tasks, after which they spew out results. Cold calculating people can instead be designed as sentient intelligence, transcending humanity to another level. Self-awareness without emotion. if you will. Why am I talking

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Not one of quite one of my Pictogram series.Think of it as a Conceptual album cover.That's a girl in a overalls and a toolbelt, wearing a welders's mask.Drawn in a pen and scanned. Edited in photoshop.

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Third in my series of Pictograms and Photo series.The radioactive icon.----Bilingual Bonus in German:It means Poisonous, Toadstool poisonous.A larger verison can be seen at my DeviantArt account.

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Second in my series of Pictograms and Photo combo.-----I thought I'd make the second one minimalist in contrast to the first one.Btw, that's my coffee cup at work.

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Neil Gaiman in his Essay Some Strangeness in the Proportion: The Exquisite Beauties of Edgar Allan Poe has this to say.Read the poems aloud. Read the stories aloud. Feel the way the words work in your mouth, the way the syllables bounce and roll and drive and repeat, or almost repeat. Poe’s poems would be beautiful if you spoke no English (indeed, a poem like “Ulalume” remains opaque even if you

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Pictograms are universally recognized signs across the world.----I snapped of this pic when I was in Delhi last year, for work related reasons. The restaurant is caleed "Punjab by Nature". Photoshop CS3 was used.As usual can be found here.

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In my quest to waste more time and try out new things, I cam across a visual blogging site called glogster. This is the result.You can view the full version here.100% Free at JustSayHi

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The mindscape of a person who is inflexible in his or her views of what's right and wrong can get a little...twisted. 100% Free at JustSayHi

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A fictional ad poster.Imagine a world set in the near future. A mysterious ad poster has shown up all around the city overnight. On the same day strange VR device shows up on the underground market, which you can plug directly into your television. The device promises a fully immersive 3D experience. The device is an instant hit. As is the VR channel that has launched alongside it. Except that a

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A list post...a list possst....because I'm lazy. My own updates later. My top 5 favourites on deviantart, in no particular order. Something to aspire to.10 of diamonds by `hakubaikouWish upon a star by ~ellainegraphic assault by *elpinoyMachinery of the Stars by =alexiussMandatory Guitarist by ~fonzfonzfonz

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Innovation by minority is always opposed at first. Maybe even oppressed. If I make it sound like there is something called ' Innovation by majority' as opposed to minority well... there might be. Haven't found an example of it, but you never know right?There might be more innovators. But few are even strong to stand up to the rest and say, "Enough is enough. I know I'm right and your wrong." Then

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Should've posted this weeks ago. As usual it can be found on my deviantart account.http://boredmuse.deviantart.com

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Oppression of females is a thing of the past you say? Lemme change your mind.The Rama Sena (the local moral police with rowdies if course) invaded a pub in Mangalore and beat up/molested all the females partying there for actually daring to relax and have good time.This lady puts it more eloquently.-->http://blah.burrp.com/my-city/social-commentary/divya/2009/01/hurrah-to-indias-taliban/#

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In India you have to be a spineless worm to survive the law. If your a law abiding citizen that is. Being a good Samaritan will get you nowhere or worse attacked by the very law enforcement agency that is supposed to protect you. Why? It's because almost every police station and it's mother is as corrupt as a scratched up CD. In this country the local cops are knee dip in bribes from the MLA to

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Thought I had the worst picture of Venus, Jupiter and the Moon lining up like this. But can't seem to find any better ones either.

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A good internet connection does make all the difference. I'm discovering new things about the net that I couldn't possibly have done before. Reason? Simple, a bad connection which simply doesn't allow you to stretch your exploratory interests. New phenomena that couldn't have existed before highs-peed internet connections came to be. Like torrent sites and youtube. Speaking of you-tube, what

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When I reach out for the sky,I'm grasping at nothing.I hold only air and nothing more.Where the real sky begins air ends.So when I'm reaching out for the skyI reach out for nothing.When the sky is the limit,The limit is nothing.Then there is nothing but the sky and IThen I am real and the rest is nothing.I cant feel the earth beneath me anymoreI fall into the sky and into nothing.I fall into

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With my brand new signature finally up, I thought I'd celebrate it with a post related to the subject. Hence without further ado, dun dun dun duuuuh - The Matrix. Anyone who like me whose worked in the graphic/animation feeled would've drooled over the film the first time it came out (to be fair even if you weren't). SFX like these were considered ground-breaking in 1999. Something like this had

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...an art update.

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Sometimes people come upto you and ask a queston that goes something likw this, "If you were placed in situation X would your response be A or B (or C)". Many of you might have answered with one of the options. The question I have to ask here is. Are you abso-fucking-luteley sure? How the heck would you know, to act or react in a certain way until you've actually been thrown into one?You might

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Art update. Can also be found at my deviant art page.http://boredmuse.deviantart.com

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WARNING: Personal rant ahead!Alright, here's the deal people. Getting married and/or pregnant is absolutley not on my pririty list. It's not even anywhere in my list. Here's why:1) Marriage is unlike what you think, not sacred. I'm pretty sure it started out as a way to control everybody having sex with each other, and multiplying like rabbits. It's the 21st century now. We got condoms and

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I made these two versions of a drawing for a good friend of mine, and am uploading them with his permission. It's a bit abstract, but will provide explainations if asked.Here they are.

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There's been a lack of updates here. Again! But this time it's not due to lack of things to write about. But the old adage of not having access to the net when the topic comes to mind, and having forgotten it completely by the time I getg to my comp.So I've decide that this place will serve as a update page whenever I post some of my sketches (or scratches if you like) on deviantart. Atlesst

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What baffles me though is why so many people don't realise it. Now what am I on about?It's the populace that is always surprised to find how much sharper their kids/nieces/nephews are than they were as children. Of course they get smarter. Of course they will be sharper, more perceptive and worldly (or world weary in some cases) than the previous generation. Do they seriously expect them to get

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Cynicism isn't something we're born with. It's something we learn, that we grow up with. We lose our innocence, as we get exposed to the world. We learn not to believe in true love. We learn not to trust, because it seems natural for the world to cheat and stab us in the back. Thus cynics are born, after being born.Yet once in a while one can see or here something, which makes said person wonder

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Two meet in the dark, Only one will leave.They are the clothes of a Samurai. Clothes of an era gone past. Their gi & hakama are of the finest make and speak of their high status. Fine clothes they once were but no longer. Frayed at edges, patched in places. They indicate the Samurai's fall from grace by the end of an era.Their pride too fierce to attempt any other trade to make a living. To high

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We're all living securely in our smug little lives. We get driven to work by a carpool/company cab (at the company's cost in some cases, in some cases not). We work in an self-contained, air-conditioned environment. It's almost like it's own closed eco-system. Trust me I know. Most people don't even realise if it's raining outside or not. The worst thing that can happen here is that you get fired

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Comedians ought to be commended. Take the local variety. In an archetypical b-grade cheesy Indian film, they play the most entertaining characters, keep the overtly melodramatic lead characters in line with a well-timed quip or a metaphorcal/literal boot-up-the-arse. The reason maybe that these gifted actors come with a theatrical background. Or the fact that they usually have a connection to

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Swarms of microrobots with big goals by ZDNet's Roland Piquepaille -- Following a previous EU-funded project which allowed to build several kinds of microrobots in the last three years, another project has already started to deploy "real" swarms of up to 1,000 robot clients. Such robot swarms are expected to perform micro assembly, biological, medical or cleaning tasks.This is both intriguing

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Let's begin with the internet's so called security. What security you ask? The internet's a free medium, no restrictions political or otherwise except your own good sense (though good sense in the nnonymity of cyberspace is rather debatable).Exactly my point. Don't get me wrong I love this sort of freedom. But sometimes it leads to certain complications. Like a few months ago. I recieved an

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